So. Farewell then
Kevin 07 Rudd
You are feeling blue
After covering your hands
In red.
“Programmatic Specificity”
Was your catchphrase:
“Get out”
Is everyone else’s.
Keith’s mum liked you
Until you had
A big tanty
At her school canteen.
Now you can
Spend more time
With your sauce bottle.
Prunus horribilus.Poem by E.J.F.O Thribb-Cohen (0.17 1/2)

A pome “Gonskis with the wind” in one movement
The world is marveling at Austraya
and its colostal failure.
As the Jumbuck flies,
As The Rudd slides
the latte sipping can run but it can’t hide
Its 1933 all over again, the Reichstag is on fire,
best to avoid its ire,
and join the Party